"I am quite safe, I assure you. But, even if I were not, I have the habits of a lifetime to protect me. And Lacey." "Lacey?" I could not keep incredulity from my voice nor a grin from my face. I turned to exchange a wink with Lacey. Lacey glared at me as if affronted by my smile. Before I could even unfold from the hearth, Lacey sprang up from her rocking chair. A long needle, stripped of its eternal yarn, prodded my jugular vein, while the other probed a certain space between my ribs. I very nearly wet myself. I looked up at a woman I suddenly knew not at all, and dared not make a word. "Stop teasing the child," Patience rebuked her gently. "Yes, Fitz, Lacey. The most apt pupil that Hod ever had, even if she did come to Hod as a grown woman." As Patience spoke Lacey took her weapons away from my body. She reseated herself, and deftly rethreaded her needles into her work. I swear she didn't even drop a stitch. When she was finished, she looked up at me. She winked. And went back to her knitting. I remembered to start breathing again."